User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20151015060553/@comment-2246928-20180528145125

At the question, the fox backed himself slowly out of the bush and stood up, stretching, with the bush between him and the eyes of the two hares.

Serrano winced and massaged his back with a paw, addressing Bardlin. "Do we have any information on the wood they're heading into?"